Standing in midair atop a mountain-like pile of corpses, Lin An gasped for breath as he coldly watched the more than one hundred Mutants rapidly retreat and keep their distance from him.
With Night Healing's support, he had managed to exhaust over sixty Third Order Mutants to death despite his psychic energy being depleted.
If these creatures had any real experience with psychic energy, he even suspected that he would have already leveled up by now.
Lin An lowered his head and glanced at his injuries. His expression remained calm, and he did not care.
No one knew how many times he had come close to being reborn.
One-third of those sixty Mutants had been drained to death by him.
In other words, counting his own abnormal recovery ability, at least thirty or forty Tier 3 lives had effectively been spent in the battle just now.
Quantity had led to a qualitative change. Under the siege of a hundred Tier 3s, the damage he suffered every second was astronomical.
He could only say that he was fortunate these Third Order Mutants had no special means of attack. If they had been outside, he probably would have had to flee no matter how strong he was.
He took a step forward.
As Lin An moved, the remaining Mutants retreated with him. At that moment, the two sides seemed to have formed a tacit understanding.
When Lin An advanced, they retreated; when Lin An retreated, they drew closer.
Looking at the Mutant army that wanted to trap him, Lin An could not help but smile bitterly.
If the battle continued as it had just now, he might actually be able to exhaust these monsters to death. But clearly, the controller behind them was not an idiot either.
What should I do?
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